Leaving Love.

I'll be there with you./Hi.

I helped you and I am alone now./Go, I did this because I love you. Don't repay the favour.

For a friend, whatever that keeps him happy.

Paradox

Love is paradoxical. You need someone more than yourself for once.

But you placed yourself first to feel safe.

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When someone you love is moving on, and obviously happy with someone else, leave.

Because while you were everything, you left and she was lost. She had to claw her way to find the meanings of all that eluded her. Because you were everything to her. Were.

You are not her happiness anymore.

Listen

I gave you the words of God. I gave you the words of a child. I gave you the words of relevance.

I gave you vague paragraphs and you interpret them to your own liking.

If I gave you the words of a lover, could you just listen?

On the Flip Sides

Love preaches that when all else fail, you'll always have yourself.

Flip.

Love feels like a second degree burn. We thought it had healed through. Then we passed by a coffee shop, a book store, a park bench that reminds us of the person loved and left, and it ripped at all the time and effort we placed in to heal.

Flip.

It will get better, one day.

Flip.

But not today.